[Sadrain]

December 5th, Chicago. Sewer #17.

Ryan's hand tensed under hers, as if the touch gave him no comfort this time. His eyes were narrowed, looking at Amante with nearly murderous intent. If looks could kill, there wouldn't be even pile of ashes left from the werewolf. The fact Alice didn't seem affected by Amante's showy state was not much of relief. It made Ryan wonder if she was used to it - maybe they were a couple? Or had been? The man on bed seemed to be much older than her, though... Although, Ryan knew the same 'crime' could be assigned to him, in a way.

He said nothing, not wanting to get involved with Amante in any way, and also not sure that he could say anything, but insults. The questions were not directed at him, anyways. Elek sat down on chair near the bed, observing the situation between the two men and Alice. He could feel, even see power waves coming off them all. There was concern in this room, but over all, was dislike and... jealousy. He saw how Amante "posed" and realized he had never seen his friend like that. It was strange, and Elek came to a thought that Amante could really like Alice in romantic way. But the feelings from him were different. Possessive and jealous, yes, but not with that certain passion lovers normally held for their partners. Elek tried to break the tension in the room with small talk, but the attempt failed miserably. So, he told Amante that he would like to speak with him later, before left the room quietly.

Finally, Alice went slightly more limp in Ryan's arms, and the man realized she had fallen asleep. He gave another glare to Amante, the grip slightly tightening. Ryan did not find him guilty of any crime, he had not started the whole dislike thing, and it was despicable that this man hated him without knowing him, only for that he was close to Alice. Hell, if he wasn't, she wouldn't be here. If only he was healthy, he would show this piece of scum what he was made of. To show off like this to man in a wheelchair! Ryan grit his teeth, left hand's fingers forming a fist.

"You should put a muzzle on your pride and jealousy, and realize that if it wasn't for me, you would've never seen her again," Ryan's voice was quiet, so not to wake Alice, but it had steel edge. "I got her out of that place, I risked my life for her, although I had no duty to her, unlike you, whatever you are to her. And so, you have no rights to act as the manly, possessive hero now." Without saying anything else, Ryan turned the wheelchair around and left the room, taking Alice to hers. He stayed there, until the girl woke up. Ryan then put her in the bed, and left, without saying anything.